The Ghost I see, the ghost in me, it must be the cringe from within, this curse for my sins. Wicked ways I have enslaved the hearts of men I’m the task I’m the lash, they fall, a heap of trash. They came to loot! lingering sting tasting my fruits a delightful demise! this demeaning […]

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